Kingdom Keepers IV(28)
The sensation had passed. “I was trying to have a little private time here,” he said, wounding Hugo. For the first time he took his eyes off the kids in the hallway and looked over at Hugo. He must have hurt him bad because Hugo didn’t look like Hugo at all.
“Hey,” Philby said. “I’m sorry.”
“Enjoy your private time,” Hugo said. He charged off.
“Hugo?!”
He was about to run after him when he caught a pair of eyes staring at him from across the hall. A girl with dark hair. She looked vaguely familiar, though he couldn’t remember her name. The girl from the photo? She broke off the stare and moved on.
Philby joined the river of students, trying to catch up with her. The more he pushed, the less progress he made. He pulled to the side and tried working along the lockers. He made some headway. There! He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, turning her around.
The wrong girl.
“Sorry!” he said.
“Loser,” the girl said, brushing his hand from her shoulder.
He dragged himself out of the way of the crush. Against school rules, he pulled out his phone and sent a group text:
we hav 2 talk. Crzy glaze. after skool
Philby believed in science. Empirical proof. He believed in forming a theory, developing evidence, reaching a conclusion. He lacked all of that. He had only a few hairs tickling the back of his neck and some girl who might have been staring at a hallway clock for all he knew.
And yet he had no doubt—none, whatsoever. There were Overtakers in his school. They were watching him.
It turned his world upside down. There’s no place safe, he thought.
* * *
Finn left school with Dillard Cole, his closest non-Keeper friend and full-time neighborhood pal. Dillard was neither athletic nor particularly fit, but he had a good imagination, a huge appetite, and was probably the best gamer Finn knew. At one time—what seemed like many years ago to Finn but wasn’t actually so very long ago—the two had spent endless weekends and evenings “working the thumbs,” as Dillard called video gaming. Following Finn’s modeling as a DHI and his recruitment into the Kingdom Keepers by Wayne, their friendship had fallen off. The reason for the fallout had been, in large part, the secrecy under which the Keepers operated. But now, with newspaper stories “alleging” that Finn was one of the five Kingdom Keepers, Dillard understood the complications of the past and was letting the friendship come around again.
Finn found himself preoccupied with the idea of Luowski’s green contact lenses. He and Amanda had blamed Charlene for their wild, near-death simulator ride in DisneyQuest, but a film had been playing in Finn’s memory: Luowski bumping into Charlene and helping her to pick up the virtual roller coaster tickets off the floor when she’d dropped them. What if Luowski had substituted the killer ride for the one Charlene had designed for him and Amanda?
“But it’s over, right?” Dillard said, bringing Finn back. Dillard sweated as he labored to keep up with the fast-walking Finn. “You guys vanquished them.”
“‘Vanquished?’ That is so Gate Crashers,” Finn said, referring to a popular video game.
“The Disney villains…they took care of the witch and the thing.”
“Villains? Rumors. All rumors.”
“So, you are hurrying because…?”
“I’ve got to catch a city bus. I got a text from Philby,” said Finn.
“Philby.”
“Yeah.”
“You two are tight.”
“I suppose. He’s a good gamer. You’d like Philby.”
“Who’d win, do you think, at Sudden Disaster? Me or Philby?”
“We’d have to find out,” Finn said.
“What kind of dumb answer is that?”
“My kind of dumb answer, I guess.”
“Hey, could we slow down some? I’m soaked,” said Dillard.
“You gotta keep up.”
Dillard stopped short, beads of sweat flying off him and spraying Finn, who also stopped.
“I could keep up if I wanted,” Dillard said.
“I know that. I’m sorry. I can slow down if you want.”
“Why don’t you go do whatever it is you’ve got to do. I’ll catch you later.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, no,” Finn said. “Get down!” He pulled Dillard to a crouch behind a parked car.
“Luowski?” Dillard said, looking that direction. “You and Luowski? I got nothing to do with that.”
Luowski jaywalked, crossing the street to the other side.
Finn couldn’t believe what he saw. Since when did Luowski give him a free pass?
“He’s following me,” Finn said.